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The Hardest Test	By : NMI Category: 1 through F > Family Matters Views: 4547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Family Matters, nor the characters or stories from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All sexualized characters are eighteen ears of age or older as this story takes place.

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Steve woke up around 8 pm to a gentle knock on his door.
     “Steve?” Laura called through the wood when he didn’t immediately answer.
     He was groggy and not quite comprehending anything yet, so she knocked again.
     “Steve? Can we talk for a minute, please?” she called again. As she began to think that he might be ignoring her, she considered leaving, only to hear a loud noise behind the door.
     CRASH. “Steve?! Are you ok?” she said, worry apparent in her voice.
     “I’m fine, Sweetums. Just tripped on a pair of shoes. I’m coming! I mean – I’m on my way… to the door… where you are.” Ughh, he groaned to himself. Smooth.
     Laura cringed as she heard him bump into several things before finally opening the door. When he saw her, he beamed, which surprised both of them. He had been so wracked with guilt after this whole experience that, recently, seeing her face had been more of a curse than a blessing. This time, however, after a few good hours of sleep, and after his other calming activities, he was thrilled to see her. He felt a surge of optimism as he opened the door wide for her entry. He was immediately convinced that they were going to work all of this out this time and that he would be back on the path to winning her heart, maybe even in this century.
     She was surprised by his open-mouthed grin, as well. He had been so solemn, and rightfully so, since their little accident that she suddenly realized that she hadn’t seen his real smile since that night. Coming to that realization, she started to feel a little guilty herself. All this misery over an accident? Albeit a very disturbing one.
     Reading over his notebooks earlier, she concluded that no matter how he behaved that night, he really did do his best to get rid of her residual effects. Based on all of his post-it translations, it became clear that he was at least as sorry as she was that he had no easy solution, maybe more. He wanted to be the hero in the story for once, even if that story was “How Laura Began to Find Steve Urkel Revolting Again”. They still had issues to work out, but she was convinced that his recent intentions had been pure, and that was a start.
     “Steve, can we talk for a minute?” she asked, fiddling nervously with her hands.
     “Of course, Buttercup. What’s on your mind?” he said waving her in with open arms.
     “Ummm… Can we talk out here, actually? Or, like, in the kitchen would be good.”
     Steve paused, furrowing his brow.
     Laura looked down at her hands, clearing her throat. “It’s just that… We’re the only ones home and I – I would feel better if we weren’t...” she trailed off, looking into his darkened room.
     Ouch. Steve nodded and tried to put on his warmest, most compassionate face, no matter how much that stung. “… if we weren’t in my bedroom,” he finished for her. “Of course, Laura. I would never ask you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable,” he said, bending slightly, trying to find her eyes. He left his door open and stepped out of the room, gesturing widely toward the stairs. “Ladies first, Lovebug.”
     She nodded and started to walk down the stairs toward the kitchen. She felt guilty for even asking him to step down there, but she really was uncomfortable being alone with him in such a suggestive place… for a variety of reasons.
     Steve was so disturbed by her concern that as they walked down the stairs, he didn’t notice the way her tight jeans fit the curves of her backside or how her sweater rose just a little bit above the cut of her jeans, exposing the small of her back. Normally, he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else, but he had his eyes locked on his only goal, to win back her trust and her friendship.
     As they reached the kitchen, Laura took a seat at the head of the table, and Steve sat next to her. He turned slightly to give her his full attention. She ached a little at the sight of his adoring, puppy-dog eyes.
     “Steve, first, thank you for meeting me down here,” she began. “I know it may seem like a silly request, but –”
     “Oh, no, Laura,” Steve interrupted, “not at all. I completely understand.” He understood. He didn’t appreciate the implication, but he understood it all right.
     “Steve, I don’t want you to think that I think you’re –”
     “Oh, God. Laura, please don’t say it. I understand why you asked to talk in the kitchen. It’s fine.”
     “Really?”
     “Really,” he said firmly meeting her stare. “I wish with all of my heart that you didn’t feel the way you do, Sweet Pea, but I’m glad that you feel comfortable asking me to accommodate you. I will do anything you need me to, Laura. You should know that.”
     She paused for a moment, pursing her lips. “I do know that, Steve. There are, actually, some things you could do to make this all a little easier for me to swallow.”
     “Anything. Absolutely anything.”
     “Ok, umm. First, do you have any more Woowoo Juice? Anywhere?” she asked nervously.
     “No,” he said vehemently. “Well, there’s the stuff I was testing in the lab. It’s just the residue that was left in the test-tube and on my clothes. That’s what I used to make the antidote.”
     “Burn them.”
     “I can do that. Well, I can burn the clothes, but I don’t think you can really burn glass. I could melt it, I guess? Will that work?”
     “I don’t care, Steve. I just – Look, I just don’t want you to be able to ever make anymore. You have to get rid of all the samples, all of your notes, the antidote, your notes on the antidote, any pages that might have an imprint from your notes, and anything else that could remind you how to do it. I need to be sure this can never happen again. Ever,” she emphasized.
     Steve thought for a moment. He wanted her to feel safe again and he could do all of those things for her, but it wouldn’t really stop him if he wanted to try again, for some insane reason. Steve wasn’t sure she needed to know how much confidence he had in his ability to control her mind again if he ever wanted to, which, of course, he wouldn’t.
     “Laura,” he began, again nervous that the truth just wouldn’t be good enough for her. “Getting rid of all of that stuff… Well, it’ll prevent this from ever happening again by accident, but it wouldn’t really… Laura, if I ever decided to… I can burn all my notes, Laura, but I can’t wipe it from my mind.”
     Laura was growing uneasy. He couldn’t make this easy, could he?
     “Sweetums, you are just going to have to trust me. I will never let anything like this happen again. You are completely safe.”
     She didn’t say anything. “Laura, can I please touch you?” he said softly inching closer to her.
     “What?” she said surprised and upset that he would try something now of all times.
     “I just mean… I wanted to take your hand to reassure you, but I thought it may be better if you gave me permission first.”
     “Oh,” she said. That’s kind of sweet.    “Of course, if you don’t want me to…”
     Laura reached out and placed her hand on top of his. She looked at him and squeezed gently. He smiled that big, goofy grin again. She smiled a little, too.
     “Laura, you are safe with me. I promise. I am a very patient man. I see no reason to steal home plate,” he said, blushing a little as he looked down at their hands. “We’ve got time.”
     “Steve, what you did that night… The reason it hurt me so much… It’s because I know that you respect me. I never would have imagined anything like this happening between us.”
     “Laura, I –”
     “Let me finish. Any other guy, in your position, would have gone for it, Steve. Anyone else would have either justified it to themselves somehow, or completely lost control. You are very special, Steve.”
     “I’m really not, Laura. It was the right thing to do. I’m just sorry it took me so long to follow through.”
     “Don’t be, Steve, really. You’ve been very good… for the most part. The world is very lucky that a guy as brilliant as you tries so hard to do good. If you decided to really use your powers for evil one day, Steve…”
     Brilliant? There’s no part of him he’d rather hear Laura Winslow compliment than his brain. Well, almost no other part… He blushed a little as she was bewildered by his intelligence.
“Hm. I know that I can trust you because if you were ever going to… Well, you would have by now.”
     He placed his other hand on top of hers and began to stroke gently, “Laura, my pet, you are my whole world. I will do anything I can to make you happy and to keep you safe.”
     “Good. I don’t think that you’ll ever try this again, Steve, but I don’t want there to be another accident either.”
     “Of course, Sweetums. It’s gone, all of it. I promise.”
     “Thank you, Steve,” Laura said as she pulled her hand from his to stand. She turned to head back upstairs, but she paused at the bottom step. “Steve?”
     “Yes, my queen,” he cooed, turning in his seat to look at her again. As she stood there before him, with their relationship on the mend, he was able to once again absorb her beauty.
     “What made you do it?”
     “Do what?” he asked, puzzled.
     “I looked you in the eye and told you that I wanted you to get rid of the antidote. What made you use it?”
     “It was the right thing to do, Laura Lee.”
     “I know, but specifically, what went through your mind?”
     Steve thought very critically for a moment. “You weren’t yourself that night, Laura, and I could tell. I would have been able to tell even if I didn’t know it was Woowoo Juice. I want you, Sweetheart, but I want the real you. I want the eye-rolling, name-calling, Queen of Sass.”
     Laura laughed, “C’mon, Steve. No you don’t. When you fantasize about us, you don’t imagine me making fun of you.”
     “Oh, but I do!” Steve said sitting up a little straighter. “It comes from a place of love, but you tease me.”
     Laura stared at him for a minute, attempting to gauge his sincerity.
     “It’s kind of like how things are between us lately. Well, not lately lately, but the last few years. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you consider me a friend now, right?” He bit his lip a little, like after all this time, he was still nervous to hear her answer to that question.
     “Of course, I do, Steve.” Laura said as sincerely as she could.
     Steve released a small sigh of relief. “So, when you mock my clothes or sneer at some kind of food I’m eating, it’s almost playful. Friends tease each other, Sweet Pea, but there is a difference between nowadays and back when you used to tell me to drop dead.”
     Laura felt a little embarrassed that she ever used to talk to him like that.
     “When you really fall in love with me, and note that I said ‘when’,” he said and Laura giggled and shook her head. “When your true feelings for me change, you are still going to tease me when I chow down on a peanut butter and weasel sandwich, but we’ll both know that no matter what I eat, you are going to be all over these lips,” he said pointing at his dramatically puckered lips.
     Laura laughed again, but as she thought about what he was saying, she wasn’t sure she was buying it. “But,” she began, “wouldn’t you rather be with someone who shares your bizarre tastes? You know, someone like Myra?”
     Steve was surprised that she felt the need to ask that question. He stood to take a few steps toward her. “Absolutely not,” he said with a firm gesture of the hand. “You keep me grounded, Sweetums. Without you, I’d lose touch with the real world completely. You’re my rock, my realist, and my muse. You are a constant reminder of what’s really important in life. You are a dream for me, but that dream is to share a life in the real world and contribute to society in a real way. I don’t know where either of us will be after graduation, but I guarantee you, Laura, that the world will be much better off if I have you as my guide.”
     Wow. “Good answer,” she smiled shyly, climbing the stairs.
To be continued...
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